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milliways_bar2007-07-30 04:38 pm
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It's not glamorous, or fun, but it is necessary. So long as there are horses, there are stables that need mucking out. The horses on one side of the stable have been turned out into outside pens, and Shane, stripped to the waist, is clearing stalls in a steady, methodical fashion. He sings softly to the rhythm of his shovel.
"No more cows, to be ropin'. No more strays, do I see..."
"No more cows, to be ropin'. No more strays, do I see..."